The Magic Box

Two: Where's Harry?

Draco moaned after realising he had control of his body back.

'That was not a pleasant feeling,' he said and tried to sit up. Everything became fuzzy and difficult to make out. Beside him he heard another groan as Harry too gained consciousness.

'What the hell just happened?' Harry asked.

'You expect me to know?' Draco snapped.

'Well you've got the powerful, "pure blooded" wizarding family that's suppose to know everything about magic,' Harry spat.

'True, however this particular situation escapes me,'

'In other words you don't have a fucking clue what happened or where the hell we are!'

'Well if I could see a damned thing I'd be delighted to tell you Potter! My visions all distorted and fuzzy'

'Welcome to my world,' Harry muttered

'You know this is your fault Potter,' Draco accused.

'Mine?'

'Could look where you were bloody going, had to be the huge clutz that you are and destroy the entire potions storeroom,'

'It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't broken into Gryffindor tower and stolen my cloak!'

'Yes well I wouldn't have done it if you weren't such a pain in the arse!'

'ME? I'm not the one who's been making lives a living hell since first year Malfoy!'

'Hey I tried to be nice to you Potter! If I remember correctly you're the one who so rudely refused my friendship!'

'I was just a kid! You had just insulted my new friend!'

'Bull shit!'

'Let's face it Malfoy you're not exactly the nicest person in the world. Besides I was 11 years old! Just a kid!'

'Don't give me that shit! You're saying that if I were to offer my friendship again, because you're so much wiser now in your old age, that you would accept it?'

'Maybe!'

'Bull shit!'

'Oh shut up Malfoy!' Harry spat.

'Albus,' McGonagall strode into the great hall greatly concerned. It was empty apart from the other three heads of house, Professor Dumbledore, Mr Weasley and Miss Granger. 'I conducted a thorough search of Gryffidor Tower and half the castle, I couldn't find them,'

'Yes we haven't had any luck either,' Dumbledore replied.

'Professor I'm worried,' Granger whined 'It's not like Harry to just disappear…well not this long. It's been six hours! Something must be wrong,'

'I'm well aware of that possibility Miss Granger, however we do know that he is somewhere on Hogwarts grounds and as long as he remains here he is safe,' Dumbledore comforted.

'I still reckon they're both dead,' Ron mumbeled.

"Ron!' Hermionie gasped.

'Oh come on Hermionie! Harry and Malfoy destroy Snape's potion collection and then they both mysteriously disappear? It's too coincidental if you ask me,' Ron growled.

Snape rolled his eyes amazed that Weasley could pronounce such a word as coincidental let alone use it in a sentence.

'Oh please Ron we've been here before, Snape is Hogwart's teacher! He would never murder Malfoy and Harry over something as trivial as potions,' Hermionie scorned.

'Actually Miss Granger I most defiantly would have if I had managed to get my hands on them both. Most unfortunately I could not. And now, no doubt due to one of Potter's ill conceived plans they are both missing in action and forcing the entire school to come to a standstill on their account,' Snape stated.

'Yes well anyway, it is almost midnight I suggest that Mr Weasley and Miss Granger both return to Gryffindor Tower,' Dumbledore announced.

'But Professor Harry-,' Hermionie began

'Is perfectly fine, wherever he is among the grounds,' Dumbledore finished.

'Not bloody likely,' Ron muttered 'Even if Snape didn't murder them. Wherever he is he's with Malfoy,'

The two teenagers left arguing what horrid fate Potter faced with his arch rival.

'It is quite possible Headmaster that they may have already blown each other to pieces,' Snape commented.

'I'm worried too Albus, you know what those two boys are like. They've nothing but hate and resentment for each other,' McGonagall sighed.

Harry felt himself stiffen as Draco approached him. He's was so god damn sexy in the moonlight, Harry thought as Draco smirked at him.

'Hey,' Harry smiled.

'Hey,'

'You're late,' Harry said while putting his work back in his bag. 'I was beginning to think this was all some cruel joke,'

Draco smiled at him and moved closer as Harry stood up.

'Not a chance,' Draco inched closer toward Harry, he moved in so their bodies were barely separated. The skin on the back of Harry's neck tingled and his mouth went dry.

Harry didn't trust his voice to say something without cracking so he just nodded. Draco saw Harry's obvious embarrassment and felt the need to comfort.

'If you ever get uncomfortable, just tell me to stop and I will,' Draco offered.

'J-just take it a bit slow okay?' Harry asked 'I've never done this before,'

Draco smiled, a challenge.

'Okay,' he said and leaned in close so that their lips were millimeters apart 'Until you say or indicate otherwise, I'll take it slow,'

Draco took that meaning literally as he moved forward and pressed their lips together. It was a soft intimate contact with no passion behind it. The action was so tender and soft Harry relaxed and sighed under the kiss. Draco then gently and slowly opened Harry's mouth and ran his tongue over Harry's bottom lip. It sent excitement tremors through Harry, but after a few minutes of lip kisses Harry realized it was going agonizingly slow. He wanted Draco to kiss him with uncontrollable passion and a lust that was so strong it took all of Draco's control to pull away. Harry controlled his impulses though, he asked Draco to take it slow and he was obliging.

Harry would seem a weak horny moron to go back on his plea. He was pretty sure he could control himself. That was until Draco "accidentally" brushed his hand across Harry's thigh and ran his tongue over Harry's own. Harry lost all rational thought. He moaned in frustration and grabbed Draco's hips. He slamned them tight against his own and took control of the kiss, he hardened it poured in all the passion Draco had awoken within him. Harry thought he heard Draco laugh as he returned Harry's passionate kiss and pushed Harry back up against the tree.

Harry moaned again this time not in frustration and tightened his grip of Draco's hips. Draco's hand slid up Harry's shirt and began to run across Harry's torso. Harry was pleasantly shocked at the touch. Draco broke their lustful lip contact and began working his tongue's magic on Harry's neck. Draco smiled as Harry gasped. Every stroke Draco's tongue made, made Harry shudder. Draco couldn't be more pleased, Harry's neck was sensitive which meant it was extremely vulnerable for arousal. Draco continued, except made his kisses harder. Harry took in a long breath and shuddered once more.

He wanted more, more was good, he thought to himself, more Draco. He pulled Draco's hips tighter against him. Draco took that as a sign and began to rub their bodies together. Harry nearly doubled over from the pleasure. How could he feel like this with Draco when they had hardly done anything and still wearing clothes! Draco felt Harry's arousal before Harry even realized what he'd let happen. Draco felt Harry's erection against his leg, but instead of laughing or admiring himself for his skill Draco surprised himself by becoming more excited himself. He suddenly felt a strong urge within him and felt extremely hungry, the good kind of hungry, the hungry that would involve going on a strict only Harry Potter diet and suddenly he felt himself attain an erection. Draco lost control and ripped open Harry's shirt. Harry gasped again and tilted his head back. Draco began kissing Harry's neckline beginning to work his way done, while rubbing himself against Harry. They both groaned at the feeling of erections against one another. When…

Harry woke up to find himself with a very large hard on.

'Oh shit!' Harry said aloud, remembering what had happened and realizing who he was laying beside. Harry sat up and turned from Malfoy, not even looking toward the blonde in case he had seen Harry's obvious erection and giving Harry one of his smirks. After that dream Harry wouldn't be able to take it. Instead Harry looked about the room he found himself in. There was a very large bed with four posters and everything, a sofa, a coffee table, a desk and a chair. The theme of the room was very nice, a mix of blacks and silvers. Harry was impressed. However the room also had a door. Harry stood up, now having the capability of his legs and hoped to god when he opened the door he would find a bathroom. He walked to the door, yanked it open and…

'Thank all gods of all religions!' Harry exclaimed as he practically leapt into the room and slammed the door behind him. He needed to take care of little Harry's (which was in no way little) problem.

Draco awoke about the same time as Harry. He smirked and laid on his back gazing at the ceiling. What a dream, the detail was amazing! Too bad it didn't go anywhere though. Draco frowned. Usually his dreams with Harry had more action less talking. Draco wondered if Harry would really be that frigid in bed. Not that Draco would ever find out. The last thing that would be on Harry Potter's mind was Draco in any other position then opposing him with a wand in hand. Too bad, Draco thought, cause he knew many positions he would just love to try with harry involving a different kind of wand.